December 30th, 2008

Ellen Ripley 1

Howard Hughes Looks the Other Way

Today, Elizabeth would have turned thirty eight.

There's a crazy wind blowing Outside. Buffeting the house. We have an advisory, which I suppose would be of some concern, were I a fisherwoman or an airplane pilot. Being only a writer, there is only the sound of the wind roaring around the house. Early this morning, as Spooky and I shuffled off to bed, it had begun to snow. But it was all melted by the time I awoke. Now there's only the sun and this wind, which sounds like some bizarre marriage of percussion and woodwind instruments. It is an anxious, uneasy sound.

Today and tomorrow, I will be writing the second piece for Sirenia Digest #37. When I got home from my doctor's appointment last night, Vince's illustration was waiting for me. I believe I'll be turning to the subject of necromancy (which, here, is a word that may have two meanings). Last time Vince and I turned the tables like this——me writing his illustration, rather than the other way round——I posted the image in the blog before I wrote the story. That was back in September. This time, I think I shall not. This time, it can be a surprise for the subscribers. Call me fickle. It wouldn't be the first time someone did.

This morning, my mind is clogged with half-remembered dreams, Radiohead lyrics, a lethargy born of less than six hours sleep, and probably a bit of dust, as well.

Last night, Shaharrazad and Suraa both made Level 50 in WoW. Booya. It only required a total of 8 days, 1 hour, 40 minutes, and 44 seconds of my life. Mostly, last night was spent in Un'Goro Crater, west of Tanaris. Several people had commented that they thought I'd love Un'Goro Crater. I think I was a little disappointed. It's not nearly as cool as Tanaris, not nearly as beautifully rendered an environment. Sort of Skull Island (with lots of goofy Land of the Lost references thrown in), filled with "dinosaurs" and apes and shiny, shiny crystals in painful neon colours. Many of the "dinosaurs" aren't. Aren't actually dinosaurs, that is. The "raptors" and other theropods are very nicely done, especially the big "devilsaur" tyrannosaurids. And the "Pterodax" aren't bad. Otherwise, we have more of the lumbering and vaguely stegosaur-like "stegodons" seen elsewhere in Azeroth and a bizarre mutation of basilisk that they're calling "Diemetradon" (clearly loosely inspired by the Permian-aged Dimetrodon, which, you'll note, isn't a dinosaur, but, rather, a pelycosaurian synapsid). Of course, my reactions and Shah's are not exactly the same. Still, Shaharrazad was aghast. The mud, the rain, the tar pits, the mold. She's of the opinion that even the desert was preferable. Even a desert overrun with goblins and humans and ogres. Shah is of the opinion that blood elves have no business wandering about swamps.

I can't seem to get my feet warm this morning, and I clearly need more coffee.

If you have not already, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Especially Letter W from the lettered state of Frog Toes and Tentacles. It comes with a handmade "cozy," black velvet lined with red silk, a perfect match for the black leather and red foil design of the cover. We last offered these way back at the end of 2005, beginning of 2006, and it may be a long time before we offer them again. Probably at least not until after the release of the next volume of erotica, Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart.

And now I see that it's time to make the doughnuts.

Addendum: Winsor McCay (1871-1934)

I made a point of not posting a link to my Amazon wishlist this year, figuring what with the belly-up economy and all, it was certainly no time to talk of Cephalopodmas. Nonetheless, a few gifts have come in, and I am grateful for them all. But I am especially pleased with a gift from corucia, a thick volume collecting all of cartoonist Winsor McCay's Little Nemo strips from 1905-1914. I've long been a fan of Mccay's, admiring Little Nemo and Tales of a Rarebit Fiend and Gertie the Dinosaur, but I've only had occasion to read a few strips here and there. Now I can read all of Little Nemo, at least. McCay is a miracle, though this was hardly recognized in his lifetime.

Here is some of McCay's animated work:

Gertie the Dinosaur (1914)

Gertie on Tour (surviving fragment, 1914)

The Centaurs (fragment, 1921)

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